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aka-indulgence · 9 months ago

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Man of the Hour

Decided to make a lil snippet of that J&H idea…

Dr. Sans Aster has been gone for a concerning amount of time, so you decide to pay him a visit (only because you’re a good neighbour.) Instead, you see a face you hadn’t hoped to meet.

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It was a miserable night. You tuck your coat tighter around you as you approach the Aster Manor. It looks so welcoming during the day, but at night… it looks haunted, almost. You wonder how Sans likes living here.

It’s been a while since you’ve seen the good doctor. Usually you take a detour to or from the morning market, passing by his residence, and calling up to him in his room on the 2nd floor. After a few times, usually you’d be greeted by the window opening and the skeleton leaning out. Sometimes he’d appear from his labroom window, after an overnight bout of unknown experiments. (The monster kept much to himself, and in a roundabout way instead made him more popular.) For the past few days, however, the window has remained shut, and you haven’t heard any sound of activity from the upper floors.

You would’ve asked others but after a conversation with a friend,

“You talk about Sans a lot. Do you have a thing for him?”

You’ve decided against making your infatuation with the doctor too obvious.

Nevertheless, your morning conversations with him has been a comforting consistency that you miss severely. You’ve tried ignoring it, but today you caved. After another morning of no response, you decided to visit the abode after sundown- if the doctor was busy during the day, surely he’d be resting by now?

You walk up to the dimly lit door and reach for the knocker.

Thunk

… You didn’t have to wait long before you hear what sounds like smart shoes approaching the door on the other side. You get excited, gripping your coat.

But when the door opens, it isn’t Sans that answers the door.

A deer monster looks at you, his outfit that of a formal servant’s.

“Yes?”

You try not to show your disappointment. But surely… this didn’t mean Sans was absent.

“Good evening, sir… I’m sorry to have bothered you this late at night, but, is Dr. Sans home?”

“Dr. Aster?”

You mentally smack your face- you can’t seem too intimate with him. Your friends would tease you while other people would think you’re being disrespectful.

“I’m sorry, miss. The doctor has been away from home for three days now.”

“Th… three?” Concern floods your voice. “Did- did he tell you where he went?”

“I’m afraid not. The doctor goes on many excursions, often without telling his servants. Just last month he traveled for a week before returning.”

“A week…?”

“He returned every morning. But he informed us only to look for him if he’s been gone for more than a month.”

A month?! That’s even worse than you thought!

He could disappear for a whole month…?

“What is he doing?”

“He does not tell us, miss.”

You frown. “So I assume he isn’t here tonight?”

“No. I’m sorry I could not be of more help to you,”

You sigh. “That’s alright. At least I know a bit more about what he’s doing. Thank you for the information.”

The deer monster bows and closes the door as you walk out of the yard.

You have a bad feeling about this. Not to mention the nasty rumors around town…

There was a new face in town. One unwelcomed by everyone. A man named Horruer just… appeared one day. You’ve never met the man, but you’ve heard nothing good about him. There were rumors of him having ties to Sans, though the story varied from person to person. Your friend believed in the rumor of him blackmailing the doctor.

“He has servants and a house, and I think Dr. Aster funds him..? That sounds highly suspicious to me.”

She said he had a frightening appearance, but hard to describe. Just that he was also a skeleton monster. Some people thought he might be an estranged family member. You don’t know what Sans has to say about it all, though. You hoped Sans was safe, that he didn’t owe the man any favors.

You were deep in your thoughts. Missing his smile, how his soft eyelights would glow when he laughed during the few times you met the doctor out of home, drinking tea together. He was such a smart man… a conversationist, liked by all. His topics were engaging, and he was surprisingly humorful.

Would it be too hopeful to imagine him liking you back..?

Distracted, you don’t register the large body in front of you, and crash into a wall of a man, and stumble forwards.

Before you could mutter apologies, the man starts snarling, a primal sound.

“idiot- don’t you use your eyes when you-?!”

You startle, standing at attention after you turn around. What you see isn’t a face, but a chest. You swallow before you bring your eyes up to see… a new, but known face.

A big red eye is looking down at you. You watch the pupil in its center shrink into a pinprick, edges sharpening. You’re frozen under his stare- despite never having seen him, it’s obvious who this stranger was.

Mr. Horruer.

He was maybe twice your size, in height and width. Almost as big as the large front doors of Sans’ manor. His shoulders were broad, and so was his chest. He was built like a fortress of bones. Though he wore proper clothing, he didn’t look the part. His outer coat was unbuttoned and lopsided. His waistcoat covered more, but the top and middle were unbuttoned. His tie was undone, draped under his collar. His coat didn’t seem old, but it was crinkled.

His teeth was jagged- you aren’t sure if they were sharp canines or if they were simply messy. His eyesockets were mismatched, unlike Sans’. One socket housed the large red orb that peered down at you, while the other was dead, devoid of light. Your eyes trailed up to his head, seeing something peek out of his hat…

The monster gasped, teeth becoming set as he holds it down, covering whatever it was. You flinched- you weren’t thinking. You’ve heard that Mr. Horruer was neurotic about never being seen without his hat. You heard of Mr. Enfield having a rough bump with the skeleton and almost knocking his hat off- the altercation almost turned violent.

You felt your fingers grow cold. The man was more terrifying than what you’ve heard the townsfolk have said. You’ve met many monsters in this town but Horruer was truly monstrous. Just looking at him made your spine tingle unpleasantly, like there was instinctual in you that told you this man was dangerous.

You hear a crack, and see his bony hands turned to fists beside him, and his breathing grow louder, every breath causing his upper body to rise and fall. His teeth was still set, and his eye hadn’t moved.

Your body screamed- you were in danger.

“I-I’m so sorry. I di-didn’t see anything. So sorry, Mr. Horruer,” you stuttered, taking a few frightful paces back before you turned on your heel and ran home.

It was crass, clumsy, impolite, and frankly, unladylike. But you didn’t want to know what Horruer could do with his hands, and you didn’t want to find out if the rumors of his aberrant ‘hobbies’ were true or not.

He looked like he was itching to kill me.

You felt something red burning a hole into your back as you fled.

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“... (y/n).”

#i have a lot of thoughts #huehe #aka writing #Dr Sans & Mr Horruer

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derangedanomaly · 7 months ago

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How would the boys react to reader being a skellie bunny?

Kinda like this.

But female and all

Decided to do the star sanses too, since you didn't specify which characters you want.

MASTERLIST

WARNING: Suggestive

BAD SANSES AND STAR SANSES X SKELETON BUNNY READER

NIGHTMARE:

He'd probably feel really conflicted, and confused lmao.

He's so into you, but wouldn't want you to know. He's not exactly the loving type...

Finds your whole persona weird... he's never seen a skeleton bunny before, and it looks... strange?

He'd just watch in complete silence as your ears just hop on your head along with your steps. He wonders how you'd feel if he pulled them... (Take it suggestively or not 🤷‍♀️)

He feeds you carrots. And if he could, he would keep you in a cage. Caged like an animal on loose.

He'll actually start to think you look cute, after getting used to your look.

He'll still be a little shit though. No one can change him. 🤷‍♀️ (But you COULD make him worse...lmao.)

KILLER:

Would find you pretty cute to be honest.

He wants to squeeze the ever living shit out of you.

His head will be filled with.... obscene thoughts, whenever you walk in the room..

He's also never seen a skeleton bunny, so he'd just ask a ton of questions.

Like, do you have powers similar to him? Do you have a similar appetite to Horror? Ooh, can you summon a gaster blaster??

So many questions.

Usually, he's not one for caring this much when it comes to new species of monsters, but he just finds you so interesting actually.

He'll 100% want to touch your ears. And you'll have to let him. There's just no other way.

DUST:

Normally, Dust would be pretty surprised, and immediately start writing your species down with excitement, but....he already knows the type of monster you are.

Shocking.

He doesn't seem fazed at all when seeing you. In fact, he already knows almost everything about your species.

He tries to connect with you through this fact. (But not gonna lie, it's a little creepy that he knows so much without you telling him....)

He tries to be respectful at all times...but you make it too hard sometimes.

He's also not spared from inpure thoughts about you.

He probably really likes the way your ears bounce with every step..

HORROR:

He's just munching on his food while silently watching the bunny tail twitch ever so slightly..

He doesn't EVER want to appear to you like he's some uncontrollable horn dog that can't keep his hands to himself. (That's Killer's job)

He probably has the best self control over ALL of them. (Yes...even Dream and Swap)

He just has a problem of drooling sometimes too much..

But Horror will actually find you pretty cool. You're a bunny AND a skeleton!! He's never seen that before.

He 100% carries you on his shoulders. He loves it!

You're so soft and fluffy, and he wants to pet you SO bad, but he'll be too scared to hurt you, to actually touch you.

Yeah, you'd have to reassure him.

DREAM:

Much like his brother, he'll also treat you like an ACTUAL bunny. (But it's more innocent)

He just doesn't know much about your species. So he'll be probably pretty confused.

Also isn't spared from inpure thoughts.

Keeps scolding himself whenever he has a...not so PG thoughts about you. He's supposed to be the guardian of positivity dammit!

Tries to actually distract himself to stop thinking like that. Even goes that far to actually try to avoid you. Surely if he doesn't see you, he won't think about you! (He's oh so wrong)

Give a small hello to him as you pass, after not seeing him the whole day, and he'll already be on his knees before you.

On the other hand, he'll find your whole species interesting.

Will also ask a ton of questions. (After he gets a lil bit over his simp phase)

INK:

FLIRT FLIRT FLIRT FLIRT

He'd be soooo flirty. He doesn't want to lose his shot.

He snickers whenever your ears bounce on top of your head, or if your tail twitches. Finds it incredibly cute.

Ironically, Ink's flirting is probably worse than Killer's. He stares at you a lot.

He'll want to touch your ears SO BAD.

It's gonna get to the point where he'll get obsessed with touching your ears.

You'll probably find many drawings scattered around. Of you. Yes, that's right. He'll draw you all the time.

Sometimes, he will jokingly feed you carrots. He'll have a blast making fun of you. (Please, I beg you, PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE)

SWAP:

Admires Horror for not giving in to his thoughts. Swap is that ONE person that is secretly a little horny.

Also likes your fluffiness. Seriously wants to cuddle up to you.

Will also carry you around.

Lmao, Error will be so dumbfounded when Swap visits him with you on his shoulders.

Occasionally asks you questions about your species.

He doesn't want to insult you somehow, so he'll probably NOT give you carrots, unless you ask for it.

He giggles whenever your tail twitches. (Don't ask him why he's staring at your ass)

He's gonna scold himself so hard for actually objectifying you like this. The guilt will probably make him actually admit to looking at you like this. (The only that was brave enough to admit to to you)

A/N: How the hell did this turn into a SIMP post? 💀 I apologize if this is not what you wanted, my mind just drifted off to other places while writing this.

#undertale #undertale fandom #sans undertale #sans x reader #nightmare sans x reader #horror sans x reader #dust sans x reader #killer sans x reader #dream sans x reader #ink sans x reader #swap sans x reader

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songfell-ut · 19 days ago

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Happy birthday, Vene

This was drawn by @venelona on Discord and I cleverly tricked her into letting me put this here so I can do a very small gift and rewrite the fork scene if Frisk was a dude. I realize this is not reassuring to those of you who are tired of my self-AU, but I super swear I am editing the final draft of Chapter 34 in the other tab right now.

Also, it's not the entirety of their first meeting in Frisk's room, just skipping around to the relevant bits, explaining how there's still a dramatic reveal if this Frisk isn't wearing a veil because you can pry that dramatic reveal out of my cold dead hands.

Over a day later, the High Priest shut the outer door to his chambers, whistling to himself. He set a covered tray on the table, sat down at the mirror, and checked that his eyes were clear, or at least not too red. Then he picked up his coronet and settled it over his head. He stared at his reflection for a full minute, as if waiting for the young man in the mirror to get up first; with a sigh, he finally pushed himself to his feet.

Just outside his bedroom, he let the whistle peter out into a thread of magic that ran ahead to check the loose barriers he'd set around the bed. Two echoes came back, one very close by. "Good morning. Please step back," he said into the slight crack in the door.

A pause, then a soft creak of floorboards, unnervingly quiet for something – someone – his size. "Further, please," he ordered.

The skeleton made a noise he couldn't interpret. Floorboards creaked again, and the bedframe groaned under his weight. The priest turned the doorknob, picked up the tray, and elbowed the door open.

Sans was sitting near the edge of the bed, legs crossed, elbows on his knees. He had left the nearly transparent inner bedcurtains closed, but opened the windows, and even just his outline through the thin curtain looked menacing; the light shone through his filthy shirt, shadowing the spaces between his ribs, and the fire in his sockets fully illuminated his features. The young man made himself place the tray on a side table and pull up a chair with perfect unconcern, as if he couldn't feel him staring his down. "I see you're all healed. You must have slept well," he said coolly. "I know I did."

The skeleton glanced behind him at the rumpled sheets. "Uh..."

"You were alone the whole time," the priest hastened to assure him. "There's a very comfortable couch in my office that I've been using."

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That didn't feel quite right, but without more evidence, the priest decided to leave it for now. Instead, he pulled the side table closer and removed the tray's cover.

Sans twitched at the sight of steaming hotcakes, piles of cheese-sprinkled eggs, tomatoes, and crisp-crusted sausage links. The priest cut a tomato slice into quarters with his fork, speared one and popped it into his mouth; rather than making Sans share the napkin, he dabbed his lips in passing with the very edge of one sleeve.

This courtesy was lost on the skeleton. "Need somethin’ ta wipe with?" he inquired, and plucked at the curtain. “How ‘bout this?”

The young man ignored him and made a show of chewing, swallowing, and lifting another tomato to his mouth. Sans didn't have a stomach, but if he had, the priest probably would have heard it growling; the monster was shifting around and scowling, clearly agitated. So the human quickened his pace, taking a huge bite of egg, a chunk of hotcake, and a sausage in turn, eating as fast as he could.

Sans' eyes had lit to orange again, and the human was glad to put the fork down. "There. You see? It isn't poisoned," he said briskly. he stood and pushed the side table over to the bed. "Help yourself."

The orange faded. Sans’ skull tilted this way and that, like a wary but curious animal. "What?"

"I had breakfast over an hour ago. This is for you," the priest explained.

Sans glanced at the tray, then back to him. The human waited for a full ten seconds, almost holding his breath, before he was rewarded with a rude noise. "Can I have another fork? Don't want your germs," he said.

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The skeleton's face was impossible to see clearly. Now that it was quiet, it reminded the young man too much of when he'd grabbed him in the cell. His instincts screamed at him to pull his hand back and throw a barrier between them, but determination surged as he remembered how he'd already faced down the boss monster’s attempts to kill him. He was going to forge a lasting bond between their worlds and hand over a kitchen utensil like a normal person or die trying.

Slowly, Sans reached down through the gap in the curtains, and the human fought to keep from panicking as the massive hand approached. The skeleton paused...and plucked the fork from his grip with delicate courtesy, holding it up between them. "Hm. Too small. Still dirty." He tossed it to the floor.

The High Priest stared at the fork. He stared at him. He retrieved the fork, stood up, dropped it into the pitcher, and plunged his hand in after it. Out came the utensil; the young man strode over and shoved the bedcurtain aside enough to gather up a fistful of it as a makeshift towel. This bed was centuries old and the curtains worth as much as a commoner’s entire wardrobe, but they belonged to the High Priest, which meant they were his. And as High Priest, if he wanted to use his antique linen to dry a mostly-clean fork in order to please a giant monster who was intimidating him and somehow also being a complete snot, then who was going to stop him? No one, that was exactly who.

With a righteous huff, he turned back around, still polishing the bedamned fork. "Here," he said, fully facing Sans for the first time. "I hope this is satisfactory."

Sans looked at him. He didn't say anything.

The world always seemed a little too bright with the bedcurtains open, and the light from the window was in his eyes. The priest rubbed them on his sleeve, and scratched under his jaw where the curtain had brushed it. "Well?" he demanded.

Sans didn't take it. He was leaning forward, hand dangling as if he'd started to reach for it and somehow forgotten what he was doing. His sockets were blank, an odd color washing over his bony face. "Uh," he said. "It's."

The priest didn't know that that could be a complete sentence. It probably wasn't, he thought in growing irritation. "Sans," he said carefully, "are you going to use this, or would you like to eat with your hands?"

The skeleton shook himself and turned away. "Never mind. 'm not hungry," he grumbled.

The human bit back the urge to call him a colorful name or two. "Sans, this is not a joke. There is nothing wrong with your food, except that it's cold. Eat it. Please."

"I will, I will." Sans hunched his shoulders. "Just gimme a couple minutes."

He did not have the time or patience for this. "Sans. Look at this." The monster glanced up, and in one motion, the human stabbed a sausage and another chunk of hotcake. "Say 'ahhh,'" he ordered, and when Sans blankly repeated, "Ahh?" he thrust the fork into Sans’ mouth.

skip

Sans was not wondering the same thing. He was thinking how he'd woken up not knowing where he was and had had to figure out that he wasn't dreaming about the battle in his cell: a human witch really had trapped him and knocked him out with some kind of weird brain-magic. Once he got over the fact that he couldn't take any shortcuts and wouldn't fit through the windows, though, he had to admit things could be worse; the bed really was the most comfortable thing in the world.

Talking with the witch was not comfortable. It was bad enough when he was asking Sans questions about his capture and not breaking out of prison, but then he had to give him food and say things that made sense, and things that made even more sense, and then...

Sans did not like anything about humans, especially their looks. He never understood how they could be attracted to each other long enough to reproduce; they seemed far shallower than monsters, for whom the inside really did count more than the outside, except maybe when it came to reproduction. But that was a rare occasion for them, and they thought humans' obsession with it was shallow and weird at best. Sans in particular had no interest in the human form unless he was trying to destroy it: male or female, they were all just skeletons with varying degrees of hair, meat and fluids in the way.

And then this infuriating human had turned around in the sunlight, curtain and stupid fork in hand, and Sans suddenly couldn't breathe. The overall picture was what made him feel a huge mess of feelings he didn't like or understand, but he could see every detail perfectly: lips pursed in annoyance, the sun reflecting off that black circlet thing, chestnut hair shining and reddish-brown eyes half closed against the light…even the seemingly dull, coarse hair on his face showed wavy patterns picked out in golden threads.

And then the human had tipped his head and shown a glimpse of his throat, and now Sans couldn't think things right. All he could try to do was turn away, then eat it all in order to make him go away, and only his punning instinct had saved Sans from saying or doing anything else stupid.

Why did Frisk have to like puns, too?

This was bad. It had gotten very complicated, very fast. He had to get out of here. The human had demonstrated some emotion behind his priest-y facade; maybe Sans could appeal to it, persuade him to pick some other monster and not risk boning things up? Priests weren’t supposed to bone, right? Ha, ha, etc.

…Granted, this one could probably manage it, given how powerful he was, not to mention easy on the eye sockets, but there was no telling if he was—

"...going to do it," he was saying, wiping away tears of laughter. "I'm not all-powerful, but I have enough influence at court and with the Church to guarantee your safety." Frisk looked up at him, bright-eyed, and his SOUL did another loop-de-loop. "So, Sans. Will you stay?"

He didn't want to, it was a bad idea, and he said, "No," in his mind.

Frisk smiled, tilting his head.

"Yeah," Sans said out loud.

#songfell #dongfell #sans knows 'witch' is for women and he doesn't care #using the wrong word is just additional fun #everything else is the same just with more samey pronouns #I had no idea using 'he' so much would be such a pain that I would need to rewrite bits to avoid confusion on who was doing what #even if you've read this a skillion times it can still be a bit have-to-go-back-ish #the cat is screaming to go out at almost 4 am so if I missed anything it's his fault

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gaylordscooter · 1 month ago

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Oizys

[if you haven't read the rest of my fics (specifically this one and this one) you won't have context for some of the parts]

There was a sprout growing on a tiny island in the Doodlesphere. Ink didn't pay any mind to it, in fact he didn't even realize it was there, as he went about his normal schedule completely oblivious.

There was a seedling growing in the Doodlesphere. Still, Ink didn't notice it. He hardly hung around the same area for too long and his so-called “base” wasn't an exception.

There was a young tree growing. Still didn't notice it.

There was a mature tree growing. Ink noticed it for a bit before immediately getting sidetracked by something else, forgetting about ever having seen it.

Then, the tree flowered. Only two flowers bloomed and only two apples grew from the tree.

One apple was golden, the other, a vibrant cyan.

The two apples eventually fell to the ground, and then…

Two heaps of light were growing around the apples in the Doodlesphere. One of them was the shape of a moon, the other, a star. Both of them were the same color as their respective apples.

“That's peculiar,” Ink said, finally acknowledging their presence. He registered those two apples as souls. They weren't similar to human or monster souls, however. No, they were something entirely different.

The two balls of light began shifting into vague humanoid shapes. They seemed to struggle, aimlessly forming themselves without a reference. Until their incomplete heads turned to Ink.

Ink cocked his head, darting his eyelights between the twins.

They copied his movement, their heads turning into skulls at the same time.

Oh! They were copying him. Not perfectly, however, they were much smaller than him. Like how actual children should be.

They still had some growing to do.

Ink decided to go out of sight once their forms solidified.

He didn't know how, but their light bodies managed to turn into actual bones, making them indistinguishable from normal skeleton monster children.

Though some traces of light coalesced by their foreheads, maintaining their original shapes.

They looked around the Doodlesphere in awe and confusion. However, they stayed on the island that their tree resided on, not daring to be so adventurous.

He noticed that one stayed seated while the other walked around the tiny island.

He decided to take a peek at their scripts to learn their names. It makes inner monologuing about them easier.

Ah, the one with the moon is Nightmare and the one with the star is Dream.

Dream made his way back to Nightmare after exploring the island by himself. He urged Nightmare to look around as well, but when Nightmare tried to stand, he fell shortly afterwards. It seemed his legs weren't strong enough to hold him up.

Undeterred by this, Dream held out a hand to Nightmare and provided him support as he stood. They walked around the island, which hardly took any time considering the whole thing was barely as large as someone's bedroom.

He couldn't help but look back at their script again to read over it thoroughly. Usually he’d withhold from reading a character’s script this early and try piecing it together himself—no he didn't.

But as he kept reading the more he realized their story was filled with tragedy. He started skimming trying to reach the end faster to see what would happen in the end but, since they were outcodes, their scripts could only go so far for now.

He looked back at the two, they were happily playing with each other now. He didn't know what kind of ending these two would get. What he did know was that they weren't going to care for each other like this for much longer.

Despite being identical twins, his brother was much weaker. He couldn't stand, much less walk on his own. So often he stayed by the tree that they came from.

As for himself, he was quick to learn his role as the Guardian of Positivity. It was his duty to keep everyone happy. He’s taken up the routine of going universe to universe to lift everyone's spirits up. Sometimes he’d urge his brother to come with him so that he didn't just stay in one place all the time. The few times he's carried his brother elsewhere, he ended up getting overwhelmed. Soon enough sometimes going turned into never going.

His brother was the Guardian of Negativity, what his duty entails, he wasn't exactly sure. Surely his duty wasn't to make everyone feel bad, that would contradict his own! So, he does nothing, really. He just sits there and observes.

Which wasn't anything to envy. With how rigorous his own routine was, and how weak his brother was, it was good that he didn't need to do anything.

The Guardian of Negativity sat alone by the tree again, as usual. His brother took off to cheer people up, as usual.

He wouldn't exactly say he was bored when he didn't know what the alternative was. This was just how he felt all the time.

But sometimes when he was alone like this he swore he felt a presence. Of course, feeling a presence was a constant thing with them. He and his brother could sense everyone's emotions and it was incredibly overwhelming unless they tuned them out.

No, this presence felt closer than usual, not just as if they were in the area. As if they were watching him right now.

He whipped his head behind him, trying to catch the presence off guard. He only caught a blur in his vision, rather than a whole being.

Someone was here.

His brother came back shortly after to take a rest. The second he came back the nearby presence was gone. He couldn't tell if his brother's positive aura drowned it out or if they just went away whenever he was here.

He would prefer it was the latter, so that he could properly feel comfortable with his brother's return.

They both leaned against the tree. His brother would tell him about his day, mostly describing the environments he's seen. His descriptions were vivid enough that he felt like he was actually there. It was one of the main reasons he didn't just tag along with him. If his brother could just describe the places to him, he didn't have to go through the hassle of seeing others and being bombarded with their emotions.

While he can tune them out when they're not in the same universe, it was impossible when they stood face to face.

On especially good days, his brother would bring him trinkets that he collected. Usually they were pieces of said environments, like a rock, twig, patch of moss, among other things.

One day, he got him this peculiar object made out of wood. It was huge, compared to him.

His brother explained to him that it was an instrument—an object capable of producing sounds that can make music. This instrument in particular was a “lute”. To “play” it you would pluck the strings and it would make different sounds.

He fooled around with it for a bit. None of these sounds sounded particularly good when he played it.

His brother insisted that it took “practice” which meant playing it often, like every day.

He didn't know if he wanted to do that. He kept it anyway, of course. He’d never refuse a gift from his brother.

He was six when he learned that he had the power to give people across the multiverse bad dreams. At first, he didn't know what use this would be. Why would he give someone a bad dream? They were unpleasant.

But when he did it one night, he woke up feeling good. His body didn't ache as much as it usually did and he could actually stand by himself! He still couldn't walk though.

He was excited at the revelation, but his brother was shocked.

“What did you do?!” his brother shouted.

The tone of his voice made him less excited. “I learned that I have powers like you! I gave a few people a bad dream—”

“Why would you do that?!” he interrupted.

He frowned, “I was just curious…and! After I did, I became stronger! I’m standing on my own right now!”

His brother sighed, his shock dissipating as he smiled. “Well, if it makes you stronger…maybe it would hurt to do it, bad dreams aren't real after all.”

“So you're not mad?” he asked to make sure.

“Of course not!” His brother hooked his arm around him to noogie him on the head playfully. “This is a good thing! I think this is what you're supposed to do!”

He squirmed out of the noogie and sat down, already tired of standing. “Really? But aren't bad dreams unpleasant?”

His brother looked contemplative. He stroked his chin for a moment before a thought came to his mind, “Well, if you always had good dreams, it’d be hard to appreciate them because they aren't anything special, but if you had a bad dream once in awhile it’d make you appreciate good dreams more, don't you think?”

“I guess?” So his purpose was to help people be more appreciative of good things, probably. That makes sense. His brother is definitely deserving of appreciation.

He wondered if people ever appreciated bad dreams.

And so they fell into their own routines. The Guardian of Negativity would give random people bad dreams each night and The Guardian of Positivity would help people with their problems and work miracles.

The positive guardian was well known throughout the multiverse by now, he was known by many titles: angel, miracle, wish-granter. He was even regarded as God.

The multiversal name for him ended up being “Dream”, because he was a dream come true. If you had a problem he’d solve it. It was that simple, but he was only one guy. He couldn't visit everyone in every universe in one day. Even if he certainly tried to.

Each night he'd hear everyone’s prayers, knowing he couldn't answer them all.

Some asked for simple things, like a good day tomorrow. Some asked for protection. Some asked for food. Some asked for money.

“Please.” He would hear each night. “Please help me, God.”

He didn't have a good way of judging who to help first. He just tried getting to everyone. As a result, he stopped having time for the person who needed him the most.

Dream’s brother was lonely. Though giving people bad dreams each night has helped soothe the usual constant ache he had, he still couldn't go anywhere on his own. He ended up settling for the tree as company.

They both grew from that tree; it was like their mother, in a way.

She didn't talk or anything like that, but he liked to believe she was listening when he talked to her.

Dream saw him talking to the tree once. He thought it was funny.

Their mother probably didn't appreciate that.

Each night he gradually gave more and more people bad dreams at once. He started practicing walking on his own.

It hurts.

He stopped practicing a week after. His legs were too tired to even stand. It wasn't working. He needed more negativity.

He gave over half the multiverse a bad dream the next night. He was still too tired to stand; he could hardly even sit up. He needed to rely on his mother to keep him from falling.

He didn't see his brother last night like he usually did. He's been taking less breaks lately.

He didn't see him the entire day either.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but his mom got sick. She was wilting.

He couldn't do anything to help, so he waited for Dream to come back.

When was the last time he saw his brother?

He felt that presence again. He almost forgot about it. He decided to call out to it. He asked if anybody was there.

He was met with silence.

He picked at the grass on the tiny island he and his mom resided on. Was it too tiny? Did the soil not have enough nutrients for her?

Maybe tonight, if he gave everyone a bad dream, he'll be able to find more dirt for her.

When night came, he gave everyone the same horrible dream, where the worst thing possible he knew happened to each of them.

Losing a loved one, slowly. In front of you, who is completely powerless to help.

Watching as they struggle to survive, just a bit longer. Watching them give you false hope when they seemingly gain more strength, just to lose it a moment later. You're staying by their side the entire time, watching them wilt and rot. You want to leave because you can't stand it, but you don't know how much time you have left with them. You can't leave them. They're still alive, but barely. The blanket you put over them as comfort makes it impossible to tell if they're sleeping or dead. You can't see if they're breathing.

You almost. Hope they were dead. Because waiting here is getting painful.

You know the outcome already.

Why drag it out this long? To make you suffer?

You think you’ve done all you could to help—but what if you didn't? What if you missed one thing—one thing, that could've changed this?

You didn't do all you could, you didn't. You missed something. Why did it happen so suddenly? They were just fine a moment ago.

You. Could've. Done. More.

So now it's your fault, isn't it?

You lift the blanket.

Dream’s brother woke up with tears on his face. His head rested against a dead tree.

He didn't move, keeping his gaze out on the various other islands and giant floating buckets.

He didn't even think he could walk if he tried. He shut his eye sockets again. He was still tired. His body still ached. He hasn't seen his brother in awhile. And mom is dead.

He was completely alone.

Or, at least he thought he was. When he opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by many different flowers. He reached a hand toward one and felt the petals between his fingers. It was so soft and smooth.

The flower itself was in black and white with six petals. The tip of each petal tapered off into a point and had black splotches on it. It stood out from the rest of the colorful flowers.

He drew his hand back when tears obscured his vision. He was still crying. Hopefully this waters the plants.

Dream finally came back, and it wasn't too long after he woke up. He perked up, glad that he was back. He realized then, that he hadn't felt glad ever since Dream was gone.

But Dream’s smile faded as he approached his brother. He didn't look happy to see him. No, his eye sockets were widened and his brow bones were furrowed. “Did you give everyone a nightmare?!” he shouted in dismay.

He looked up at his brother from where he sat amongst the flowers. “Huh? What's—what is a nightmare?”

Dream’s face tightened, “Another word for ‘bad dream’. Now did you, or not? There's been a spike in negativity and the people of the multiverse are scared!”

Guilt overcame him. He thought giving people nightmares wasn't a bad thing. Why was his brother mad at him? He’s never been mad at him like this before. He must've messed up, really badly. He braced himself against the dead tree.

“Do you know how much I have to do to keep everyone happy? I can't take breaks anymore! I can't come over here to see you unless there's a reason! Even now I’m wasting time!”

His brother frowned at his words. He felt like he was going to cry again. He couldn't do that now, Dream already had a lot on his plate.

“All this work I do and all you ever do is set me back!”

No, he couldn't help but cry after that. He covered his face with his hands, as if that would stop the tears from flowing. Or maybe he didn't want to see that it was his brother that was in front of him. That it was his brother that said that.

Dream looked astonished at his own words. He covered his mouth. His eyelights were pinpricks. Why did he say that? Oh my god, why did he say that? He made someone cry. He made his brother cry.

“Brother, I’m—”

“No, you're right,” he choked out a sob. He pulled his hands away from his face revealing a scowl, “BUT WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!”

Dream went silent.

“TELL ME! I WASN’T MADE TO HELP PEOPLE LIKE YOU! I CAN’T HELP YOU, I CAN’T HELP MYSELF, I CAN’T HELP MOM—”

“For the last time, it's just a tree—”

“Shut UP!” He managed to push himself up to lunge at Dream to bring them both on the ground. For once, he stared down at Dream. “‘Guardian of Negativity’, isn't that what I am? Isn't hurting people what I’m supposed to do? Why are you getting mad at me for doing my JOB!”

In that moment, Dream’s brother has never felt more hatred in his life. For a moment he didn't feel any pain at all.

He could feel the balance tip in the favor of negativity.

He could stand on his own again, but when he did, he realized he encased his brother in ice. Flecks of ice were still on his hand.

For a sickening moment, he felt satisfaction. It was quashed by his distraught a second later.

He screamed.

He was ten when he ran away from it all, ran away from his frozen brother, and fell off the island.

He landed on a bed of golden flowers. The ache in his body was back and worse. He felt like his legs were snapped off. He was almost surprised to see them still attached to his body when he looked down. He couldn't get up, so he stayed there, with his back against the bed of flowers.

He fell asleep at some point, but he awoke a moment later when he heard a voice.

“Oh my…are you alright, little one?”

He couldn't bring himself to respond, let alone move or open his eye sockets.

He heard her approach, and then he felt a hand caress his head.

“What on earth happened to you?”

For a moment, he felt a soothing sensation ward off his pain, but it was ephemeral.

He heard a gasp and then he was picked up.

When he finally opened his eye sockets, he found himself in a cozy room on a bed.

The person that carried him here entered the room with a bowl in her hands. She gave him a gentle smile when she noticed he was awake, and turned on the light. “You are awake,” she said in relief. “It is unusual to see a skeleton around here. I have not seen you before, have I? No, I couldn't have.” She shook her head, “But that is not the concern here. You should eat, I made you some stew.” The lady handed the bowl to him.

He took it in his hands and looked down at it blankly. He didn't know what to do with this. He stared at her, completely lost.

“It is alright, my child, you can eat on the bed,” she assured. She pouted when he didn’t move an inch. “Do you…need help?”

When he continued to stay still, she reached for the spoon in the bowl, scooped some of the stew and held it near his mouth.

Reflexively, he took a bite. He’s never eaten anything before, so he didn’t really have a point of reference for what tasted good or not. He assumed it tasted good.

Yet, he didn’t feel any appreciation for it.

He didn’t open his mouth again when she got another scoop. He didn’t need to eat so he wasn’t going to bother.

The lady’s concern for him grew, it was becoming overbearing for him. She picked the bowl back up and set it on the bedside counter. “Perhaps it would be better if you got more rest instead.” She turned the light back off and left the room in a hurry.

Because he was still tired, he decided to heed her words.

He woke up again, this time feeling slightly more rested. His soul nearly jumped out of his body when he noticed the lady was sitting on a chair in the room and looking at him.

“I am sorry for startling you, my child. I am merely making sure you are alright.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” he said.

The lady looked surprised to hear him speak. “Oh! I am sorry, I will stop if you do not want to be called that.”

Was he bothered by being called that? He didn’t think he really cared. “I don’t care.”

She nodded, but looked unsure. She cleared her throat. “Perhaps introductions are in order. My name is Toriel, what is yours?”

Name? He didn’t have one. He never really needed one because the only person he talked to was his brother. “I don’t have one.”

Toriel’s eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand. She stood up and approached the bed.

Did he say something wrong?

“Oh you poor thing,” She said. She leaned down and brought him into a hug.

He froze up at the sudden contact.

“It will be alright, my child.”

Her voice and words were soothing, but. It hurts.

“I will take care of you.”

Why does it hurt?

He closed his eye sockets in pain. He needed it to stop, now. “STOP HURTING ME!” he shrieked.

His magic reacted faster than she did.

Black tendrils pierced through her. She was gone before he realized what he did.

He was alone in the dusty room now.

He’s always hated how reactive his magic was to his emotions. Now here he was, seeking out his brother of all people to remedy something he shouldn’t even view as a mistake.

So he froze that Papyrus, who cares?

They would care. They’d probably care enough that they’d be completely uncooperative with him if he didn’t fix it.

Finding his brother wasn’t hard, it was quite easy, in fact. It was catching up with him that was the hard part. The positive prick was constantly on the move.

Finally, he caught him traversing through universes.

Dream looked at him like he was a stranger. He always would, ever since he kept up this new form.

He didn’t even bother with any words, Dream immediately sprung to action, charging his magic up for an attack.

Right now, he was the manifestation of negativity to his brother, and nothing more. It didn't matter if it was his brother he was intending to kill, all Dream knew is that he stood in the way of his goal.

And now for the harder part, actually leading him over to that Papyrus. He used his tendrils to flee from him, the portals he opened stayed open long enough for Dream to follow. It was very obvious he was leading him somewhere, but Dream was too cocky to consider that this was a trap.

Dream managed to hit him with his blasts at least twice. He was beginning to think this wasn’t worth the trouble.

Who was he kidding? This was certainly not worth the trouble.

They finally reached the Snowdin he tossed that Papyrus to. There he was, still encased in ice.

As he passed by him and hid behind a tree, Dream stopped in at the sight of the Papyrus.

Like a factory reset, he completely switched gears and got to thawing him out. The Papyrus was freed soon enough, and Dream left the universe, completely forgetting about Nightmare.

Papyrus stood there, confused at the sudden change in scenery. He put his hands on his hips, letting out a “HUH!” that was close to a sigh. He promptly turned his head in the direction of Nightmare.

How the hell did he know where he was? He came out from behind the tree and neared the skeleton.

“HELLO, AGAIN, GOOPY THING!”

Nightmare refrained from rolling his eye. “Do you remember what happened?”

“REMEMBER WHAT? SEEING THREE CLONES OF MY BROTHER AND THEN GETTING FROZEN BY YOU? NOPE,” he stated.

So he did.

Nightmare sighed and massaged his forehead. “I’m going to bring you back to them, but only for a bit, and then I will return you to your home. You are to greet them and show them that you're fine and not dead.”

“BOSSY MUCH? NO ‘PLEASE’? AND AFTER FREEZING ME NO LESS!”

Nightmare scowled, leaning close as if to challenge him. “I froze you once, I can do it again. You will listen to me.”

Papyrus simply patted him on the shoulder—immediately shaking his hand to get the grime off while muttering “OH. GROSS”—and flashed his smile at him. “DON’T FRET, I WILL ADHERE TO YOUR RUDE COMMANDS. I JUST HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU.”

He really didn't want to be interrogated right now.

Papyrus went on and asked anyway, in a surprisingly gentle voice, “Why are you keeping them there?”

Well. He guessed he could answer that, at least. “I feed off their negativity. Now let's go.” He was about to open a portal but he spoke up again.

Immediately his volume was back up. “HOW DOES PROVING I’M ALIVE CONTRIBUTE TO THAT?”

Nightmare paused. “What are you getting at? Do you want me to kill you? That would be easier.”

“IT WOULD BE. I SUPPOSE. BUT YOU AREN’T DOING THAT.” He waited a moment, when Nightmare didn't say anything he continued. “YOU’VE DONE A LOT OF BAD THINGS IN THE TIME I MET YOU, BUT YOU’RE DOING A GOOD RIGHT NOW! AND I THINK THAT DESERVES SOME CREDIT, SO, GOOD JOB!” He gave him a thumbs up.

Nightmare winced.

“I THINK IF YOU KEPT IT UP YOU COULD BECOME A GREAT PERSON! LIKE ME!”

“That hurts, you know.”

Papyrus’s enthusiasm dwindled a little. “PARDON?”

“Your praise. It hurts me. Any positivity does, and you are full of it.”

“IT HURTS YOU? THAT’S AWFUL!”

“That hurts too. That's why I can't be ‘a great person’.”

“‘LIKE ME’,” Papyrus helpfully finished off his quote of himself. “BUT, THEN WHY ARE YOU—”

“I. Don't know.” He didn't mean to say something so vulnerable. His tone certainly didn't help. He sounded more unsure than annoyed.

Papyrus went quiet.

Nightmare sighed and opened the portal to the hall right in front of the kitchen door, where the Sanses resided. “Don't tell them I brought you back there. They just need to know you're okay.”

When Papyrus stepped through the portal to enter the hall, he noticed that Nightmare was staying right where he was. “You're not coming?” He kept his voice low, so as to not alert the other skeletons of his presence yet.

“I don't want to put up with the pain of their relief. I’ll set up a portal for you to exit. It'll close after a little bit so you have to be quick.”

“Is there a window,” Papyrus asked.

Nightmare narrowed his eye, “Yes?”

“Place the portal there so I can jump out of it in a dramatic fashion,” he deadpanned.

“Just show them you're not dead already,” he grumbled before closing the portal.

Once he was alone he laid down on the snow, which only partially soothed his burns from Dream’s attacks. He’ll return to the castle in a little while. For now, he was tired.

It was hard to look at the divine burning figure. He couldn't recognize his brother at all.

He doubted his brother could recognize him either.

So this was the consequence of playing with the balance.

He was disgusted. For the multiverse to require negativity to function, it was sickening.

Why? Why couldn't he just be content?

All the dust he’s spread, all the betrayal—the agony he caused. It still wasn't enough? He had to stick with being the villain forever?

There was a reason why he enjoyed torturing people. It was just in his nature. It's what he was meant to do.

You are building up their trust to tear it down, he reminded himself. At least, that was the excuse he came up with.

He’s killed them before. He could easily do it again.

He couldn't fight his brother or even calm him down in the sorry state he was in. The second he tried charging a blaster, a beam of light from the god struck him. He felt pain he’s never felt before. He couldn't just power through it this time.

He had to go back. It had to be now.

He’ll kill them. That should cause enough negativity to at least extinguish his brother.

He scowled at the sun. It wasn't enough, was it? For him to discredit his work, that wasn't enough insult? No, of course there was more. Of course he couldn't be selfish for once. As always his efforts weren't appreciated.

He clung onto his own hatred for his brother, for the Multiverse, to give him what little power he had and teleported back to the castle.

Most of his protective layer of slime was melted away by his brother. He hardly had enough to form tendrils as support, leading to his walk looking more like a limp.

Killer's gaze was on him like a hawk, he could feel it. He risked a glance at him to see his expression.

Confusion, and if he dug deep enough, concern.

He couldn't have that. He used his aura to inhibit their negativity. It was a huge risk to do so right now, but he found that it hardly made a difference anyway.

Good. He couldn't stomach Killer's concern for him, no matter how inconspicuous it was. Not right now, especially.

It felt like it took forever to get to his room. The second he closed his door he collapsed on the floor, trembling. He’ll need to wait a little while before killing them. He couldn't do it right now, he was too weak.

He almost felt as weak as he did when he was a kid.

The familiar constant ache was as prominent as ever. Killer, Dust, and Horror’s positivity only fed into it.

They've never been this happy before. None of them have, under his care.

He needed to think about how to do this. Last time, he killed them at very different times. He killed the last Dust because he tried escaping. The Horror was distraught, but the Killer…that one was numb, unlike the one right now. He didn't even need to lift a hand to kill the last Horror. He did that himself.

But, the previous Killer, maybe he's the only one that gets a happy ending from this. Because he escaped.

It was easy to bring them such agony. He didn't play around with those ones; it was full blown torture with them.

He remembered bringing Dust to a full underground while he was going through LV withdrawal, causing him to massacre most of the monsters there. and then leaving him there until he realized what he’s done.

He remembered locking Horror in a room full of nothing but rotten meat completely unfit for consumption and just leaving him there. He didn't know how long he stayed there, but he wasn't himself when he finally let him leave.

He didn't remember all the things he did to Killer. There was too much. He stuck around the longest. Time worked in a complicated way when you lived in the antivoid, but it was the equivalent of five years that he had that Killer around.

He had complete control over him, like a puppet. He was never disobedient, even if compliance meant tormenting the other two. Of course, as a result, only Horror and Dust formed a semblance of a bond.

They weren't as remotely close to each other than the new group, despite how much longer they've known each other. They weren't friends. They only talked to each other to stay sane.

He hated every second of it.

But he never felt more powerful than back then. He’ll feel that power again soon.

He just had to kill them.

He’ll kill Dust and Horror first. He’ll leave Killer for last, again.

Since he's grown so attached to his cats, he might as well…he can lie about killing them. He wasn't going to kill his own cats just because Killer thought he owned them. It was unnecessary. He won't have to, deception would be enough.

Deception…

It took a week to get some energy back, he had to go back to old practices due to inhibiting their negative emotions.

It’ll be worth it.

He checked in on them one last time before he planned to kill them. They were so unburdened and they didn't even realize it was unnatural.

Being near their positivity shaved off his energy faster than usual. It stung, like a tamer version of being hit by one of his brother’s attacks.

Tomorrow. He has to do it tomorrow.

It was in the middle of the night when he summoned Dust and Horror to his room. His body was actively rotting away, he opened those portals out of pure instinct. He stopped inhibiting their negative emotions, it was like breaking open a dam.

Fear was the first thing they felt, upon seeing his appearance.

“what the hell is happening?” Horror asked.

Nightmare couldn't help but laugh—he couldn't do anything but laugh, he was choking on his own bile.

Dust formed a wall of bones between them, as if that would help.

“What indeed? I’ve been slacking a bit, haven't I?”

Horror's face curled in anger. “so that's it? you're going to kill us now, aren't you.”

“You've always thought I was going to kill you. No matter if I treated you nicely or horribly. It's almost like you're asking for it.” His form was stabilizing now, with Horror and Dust’s negativity. With one of his tentacles he swiped across the bone wall, snapping them all with ease. He grabbed them with two of his tendrils and used the rest to raise himself up. “Well, today's the day you've been waiting for.”

To his surprise Dust asked, “where's killer?”

“Oh, I got him out of the way first. I just know he would’ve tried something if he was here with you two. I’ve always hated him the most out of you three.”

He smirked at the spike in Dust’s anger.

Dust summoned a ring of blasters around them. His red and blue eyelight glowed brighter, melding into a violent purple. “are you crazy?! we’ll get caught in the crossfire!” Horror shouted.

Nightmare squeezed Dust until he broke a rib and the blasters went away.

He bit down a scream, which disappointed Nightmare.

So that parasite could make him scream, but he couldn’t? No, that wasn’t right. Maybe a few more broken ribs would do the trick.

He laughed as the tendril holding Dust snaked in between his ribs, ready to pull at any moment.

Only for him to be interrupted by Horror piercing said tendril with a bunch of bones.

He let out an inhumane shriek and dropped Dust. He shifted his attention to Horror. His eye narrowed as he growled. “Huh, you actually tried to save him this time.”

His words clicked with Horror immediately. “there were more. weren’t there?” he grunted.

Nightmare simply smiled in response.

He opened a portal on the ground beneath Dust and quickly threw Horror into it as well before it closed.

He lowered himself down, that smile gone as fast as it came. He couldn’t do it. He can’t kill them. He didn’t need to, anyway. The performance he put on was good enough.

He was beginning to regret saving Killer for last. He didn’t want to go through that again.

Where’d the sadist in him go? How did he get so soft?

Maybe it never existed.

He composed himself.

He’ll have to make this count.

He built up tension this time, taking out all the food they currently had and replacing it with food Killer absolutely detests. He distorted the environment as he approached. As Killer realized something was wrong.

What little trust he had in him was torn apart in seconds.

He implied that he killed the other two and his cats.

Killer lost it.

Nightmare was almost scared he wouldn't be able to recover from this. Of course he’d recover, because all of it was a lie. Besides, those three were resilient.

He put up quite the performance, he thought. It was impressive how he was able to keep up the act.

He recalled the last thing he said before he said goodbye.

“Because I knew how satisfying it would be to build you back up, just to tear you down again.”

In the end it wasn't satisfying. It was easy to tear things down. Maybe he wanted to watch him thrive, for once.

And now he was alone again. Utterly alone. As he was meant to be.

No. He still had those cats. That was a problem. He’d need someone to take care of them.

He’ll have to ask Ink for another favor then.

#nightmare sans #dream sans #utmv fic

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silverryu25 · 2 months ago

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day 5; constellation of stars

“Have you forgotten how it all ended last time?”

;3 💖💖💖💖

Ohhhh yes~ >:3

Some nice star time for our favourite skele. Hope you enjoy it Kiran!! X3

DAY 5 - Constellation or stars + “Have you forgotten how it all ended last time?”

Tags: suggestive ending

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Stars, the one thing that had always drawn him like a moth to a flame.

A big part of his life was spent daydreaming about the possibility of ever even catching a glimpse of the real stars as he played around with the star-like gems in the caves of Waterfall. The gems were beautiful in their own way, but they couldn’t even be called a pale imitation of the real thing. The first time he saw the night sky as the sun set right after they finally stepped on the surface he felt his soul leap in pure wonder.

It was a sight he never could have imagine.

A sight that he never believed he would live to see.

Yet there he was, eyelights gazing at an endless expanse of the Milky Way. Millions upon billions of stars sparkling so much more beautifully then any Waterfall gem ever could.

It was a sight that he would never forget.

It was the second brightest day in his life. The first one being the moment Papyrus was born.

He thought it would remain that way forever, that nothing could ever outshine the beauty and magnificence of the uncountable constellations and stars his very soul sang to him about in his dreams.

Yet, somehow, he was wrong.

Because here he was, sitting below the clear night sky. No clouds, moon or city lights to obscure the majesty of everything the naked eye could see for millions and billions miles in every direcion he turned. But instead of feeling his soul pound in joy and excitement at the vastness above him, his gaze was transfixed besides him.

At a fellow skeleton monster that somehow took up presence inside his whole soul.

Sans’ white eyelights shone with a soft glow as his soul beat faster every time Red’s eyelights sparkled as he identified another constellation.

They had planned this trip for months, ever since Red’s people came to the surface. They had a hard time integrating in the peaceful world that awaited them outside of their underground so they needed a lot of help.

It was unanimously decided by the two monster kings that every monster would live with their counterpart until they found their footing and could start life on their own. But somehow, instead of leaving when he got a good and stable job, Red stayed with Sans and slowly, their relationship deepend.

It took a long time for them to actually confess to each other. A drunken pun fight led to something more and ended up with them confessing before their brains really caught up with what they were even saying. After that, well let’s just say things turned steamy and puns went down south real fast~.

It��s been months since then. They were both busy with work and helping out with ambassador activities that their brothers organized for both Frisks. Finally, after months of planning and postponing, they got away together for a fun stargazing camping trip. A perfect combination of a shared love of stars and lazing around doing nothing.

But instead of looking at the stars, Sans’ gaze was glued to Red.

He just couldn’t stop marveling at how lucky he got. How life actually gave him something to love this deeply and freely. It was so atypical of him, so out of character that even he was shocked when he first realized what Red actually meant to him. But slowly, he came to accept those feelings and even shared them with Red little by little.

It was a bonus that any mention of love made Red turn his namesake. It was honestly too adorable and fun to tease Red every time he could.

He was so lost in thoughts that he missed something Red told him.

“hmmm?” Sans blinked his eyelights as he tried to focus on here and now.

“wha’s wron’ sweetheart?” Red flashed a smirk his way. “head full’a stars?”

“*snort*, there’s only one star bright enough for me, red.” Sans purred as his half-lidded gaze stared back at Red. Sans’ smile spread even wider as a soft crimson blush spread over Red’s cheekbones.

“stars dammit! dat was so corny! one star!” Red turned away to hide his obvious blush, as if that was possible in the dark while they were so close.

“aw, don’t be like that red. i’m staring to think you don’t love me anymore.”

“hardy har har. yer just pullin’ on my starstrings an’ ya know it.”

“what can i do, you are the star of my show.”

With a groan Red just turned back and deadpanned at Sans, making him chuckle. Red was the best.

Before Red could snark back anymore Sans leaned forward and kissed him. Their magic sparked as their tongues intertwined, the heat of their breaths a stark contrast with cool night air. They continued kissing until they both ran our of breath, leaning their foreheads together as they stared at each others eyelights. Bright white and red stars of their own.

“ya better stop dere sweetheart if ya don’ wan’ me ta jump yer bones.”

“heh, who says i don’t want you to?”

“but…” Red’ eyelights darted to the side, almost like he wanted to look around for something or someone. “hav’ ya forgo’en how it all end’d last time?”

“...” Sans lazily smiled and gave Red a chaste kiss on the teeth. “i’m not that easily startled out of trying again. are you?”

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The end UwU

Hope you like the value ending XD

If you’re wondering what happened last time they tired having some fun time in an open space… well it was a bit of an embarrassing mess ;P

Will they have more luck this time…………… I’ll let you guess >:3c

#kirango-rouge #kustardweek2024 #KustardWeekRyu #SilverRyuWrites #SilverRyuFic #mywriting #fanfic #fanfiction #undertale #underfell #ut!sans #uf!sans #kustard #sanscest #kustardweek

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itsyagurlchip · 17 days ago

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Can u tell me more of ur au plz?

you're in luck! I still have a few character ref sheets left! I'll give more characterization and backstory for these lil guys!

also sorry if this comes out a bit late- im taking a break from art for a while and while im typing this (07/30/24) i'm also finishing the visualization ref page for reader.

(current chip) ANON KISSING YOU ON THE CHEEK SWINGING YOU AROUND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK!!<3333 MY IDEAS ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE CATCH UP OR BE CONFUSED.

It's both an AU, and a fic so I apologize if things get messed up. So when I say "Undertake Sans/Papyrus/Person" it refers to my AU rather than the original "classic". My fic refers to the "6 skeletons, one human" trope and the AU focuses on details from the Undertake universe.

I may have over explained, but I wanted to keep that clear- And most of this post will take the time to talk about the plot and lore of the fic.

As I've said before, Undertake is just a sillier version of Undertale where shenanigans happen all the time on the surface. But I've never explained fully why. Welp! Here you go....

We all know how the trope goes. Sans tries to get his Dad back, and succeeds! Except this time, it's on the surface. And Frisk doesn't feel like...Frisk. Anyways, bringing Gaster back from the Void has caused complications within the universe, about 5 years after monsters resurfaced.

"One time things" turn into regular occurrences, stereotypical situations that would never happen in real life are happening, it's overall stupidity!

But Sans and Reader are the only ones who "know" about this change. Sans just rolls along with it, using this as a breather from past resets. Reader, on the other hand, has whiplash from the whole thing. When did everything change? and why? Something felt wrong in their SOUL. Everyone else seems to fit into this random "normal" and it pisses reader off.

But they're a kid. They don't know what they're talking about, so they ignore them as best as they can.

Since every monster is on the surface, and pretty much all need jobs, Sans becomes a scientist of sorts. He represents most monster scientists, and helps humans with the evolution of magic-science. He doesn't work all the time, that's a big role to fit in; something Alphy's would gladly take, and so he mostly works on projects at home.

Integrating n shit, I'll leave those details to the fic.

After getting licensed, transferring his master's degree in physics, and getting all the tools he needs, he decides to re-build gaster's machine to bring him back.

Mind you, this is a year after they get to the surface, so nothing has changed yet. When Gaster came through the machine (I'll draw it so you can get a better representation of what it looks like) he was horrified.

Why was he melting? His face was now stuck in a forever frown. Looking at his hands, you could still see the holes engraved into them from when he was first born.

He began to sign something ancient, a language horrifically nostalgic he almost forgot to catch what he was saying.

But before he could respond, the world went black. There was a wild pulsing in his SOUL before the world went black.

^^reader parallels this btw

I'm not gonna drop too much, because I don't wanna spoil any plans I have for this, but thank you so much for this ask!! I might even start writing chapters in January

here's reader's character sheet btw. (and when you guys read it do understand that you dont have to portray them in the same way i do, nor do you have too be an ass abt it)

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imagine-shenanigans · 2 years ago

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I'm getting back into the swing of things for writing, so here's some random safe for work headcanons because I've been reading an obscene amount of x reader content (Please go check out Aggre(g/v)ation by llama goddess, and Saving Three Ex-cell-ent skeletons by recklessly caffeinated on ao3 because I got brain worms babey.)

Also since its been awhile since I've written something on this blog, remember that these are stream of consciousness teehee <3

(General tws: references (but not explicitly said) to past consumption of humans, ED/Disordered eating and mental health issues, au-typical violence references, etc)

Word Count: 2.2k words ish

Horrortale!Sans (Skull) x Reader Misc SFW Headcanons

My favorite thing is when people portray sans in any light as either Just A Little Guy or as Fuckin Huge and Skull is a Big Boy <333 he's easily 7 feet tall, and Built Fucking Different.

Monsters can't like, completely and utterly alter the type of monster they are, so you won't see a Bunny Monster turn into a Moldsmal but its very widely understood that magic reflects the soul reflects the mind reflects the body - so its not really something where monsters experience dysphoria as much? Like if a monster is afab, but realizes they're trans and a guy, it may take awhile to transition - and they may need some help via magic other than their own - but it's really normal in comparison.

Unfortunately, the positive aspects of the whole "mind/soul/body" equation in that you'll eventually look how you want so long as you put the effort into changing every day can also be blocked by trauma and "scarring" to the soul. It's pretty rare in the canon universe, but for Horrortale monsters its damn near exclusive - when you have to do anything you can to survive, adaptation to your environment makes you a hell of a lot scarier in compenstation.

Skull is one such monster where if it weren't for his injury, he'd be a complete 180 from the typical monsters you see. But because of it, it makes it harder to control his magic because he can't think straight. It takes him longer to form sentences, takes him longer to process words sometimes, or even read. He gets light sensitivity really bad, and because his body change wasn't by his choice, but by an unfortunate way of being injured while in a traumatic situation, Skull, no matter how much better he gets, will never fully go back to what he was before.

He's extremely self-conscious about his size and his looks, not to mention his mental capacity. He knows and can think about what he's doing, his mind has never lost that sharpness or intellect. He can strip a machine down to parts and put it back together or put it to other use in minutes, but if you ask him to write it down or explain it he's going to have one hell of a time and he'll probably leave the experience worse than he went into it.

Similarly, if he does want to talk, in one of his rare moods where he's explaining what he's doing out loud to you, he could go on for hours, but suddenly hit a block where the words don't work right.

Be patient with him when this happens. He doesn't like it, and even though it can be frustrating at times, like if you're trying to decide something for dinner or write up a grocery list, he really is doing his best.

Sign language is a good alternative when the words don't want to come out but he's still able to communicate - writing can be one sided, but sometimes thats all he can do too.

When an idea strikes the both of you one day to just draw what he's thinking, Skull could fucking kiss you senseless when you hand him a white board and a dry erase marker. Words may not be making sense in his brain but he can picture what he wants in those moments so this is the perfect compromise between the two for communication.

Skull is his name now, so even though he was once Sans, Skull is what he picked as the reclamation of all that's happened to him. A name that he picked to get him through it day by day but its also a reminder of where he's been and where he'll go. That said... it's also a name he initially picked as a form of self harm to some degree, a mocking reference to his own injury that hindered him.

So while he'll probably never change his name again... he appreciates it when you call him pet names. It's a reminder that you love him enough to do so, while also giving himself a break from the constant reminder. He particularly loves when you call him your "Big old teddy bear" because... god he does not feel like it sometimes.

Get it its a reference to some of the fandom calling him Bear and I love that name for him a lot too

Due to the past, he has some Big Issues With Food, constantly bouncing back and forth between feast and famine.

He has some issues with meat at times - on bad days certain textures and tastes just remind him of the bad times in his life where survival was such a tightrope walk that just imagining eating it makes him sick.

A very "safe food" house, where the two of you stock up on your safe foods and have a cupboard dedicated to it for days you can't stand anything else.

Some days, Skull is content for the two of you to eat at the kitchen table or to watch TV in the living room while you two eat from separate bowls/plates, and he can eat fairly freely, not particularly caring who eats how much or in what order.

Others... other days he anxiously watches to make sure you've had a serving before he gets his, or, more likely, he brings the full pan/a single platter to the table, and the two of you share the same food, taking bites in turn so he can make sure you're getting enough to eat.

King of cooking. It makes him feel better to have full say of what goes into the meals, and honestly the man is an excellent cook. If you insist on helping him cook, it's a 50/50 on whether he gives you this smug little smile and sets you up on the counter top so he can look at you while he cooks, or if he actually lets you help.

He feels out of control if he can't cook, so even on special occasions he's still going to be cooking himself, unless you feel the Urge To Cook or you two order out.

Even then, please just go over with him what you did step by step and tell him what fully went in it - he trusts you implicitly and he's unlikely to outright ask... but it always helps ease his mind when you walk him through what you did just so he can feel less guilty.

Cuddler.

Big fucking cuddler.

Sitting on the couch alone? Not for long. Skull appears? Bam. you're in his lap, his claws smoothing across your skin and through your hair, purring up a storm as he settles his chin on the top of your head and closes his eyes.

If you're watching TV, he's only ever going to pay half attention if he's got you in his lap, half-snoozing in a very light doze as he basks in your presence, and half listening for danger/to the TV depending on the day.

He ADORES when you read to him. He loves it when you talk, and when he gets to listen to storytime while you talk? Best. Day. Ever.

Loves how small you are in comparison to him - something he never thought he'd be comfortable with at first, just based on the idea alone, but in practice he loves being completely wrapped around you and making sure you're safe. You're his personal teddy bear, no matter how many times you call him that yourself.

Jetpacking/Him being the little spoon is... unlikely. He's got some damn broad shoulders and chest, and he's not super happy with the idea of your limbs inside of him no matter if its on purpose or not.

If you want to hold him, he's definitely okay with that (although he does prefer to hold you) as long as you're touching him. You'll just have to let him set his head in your lap, or rest against your chest as he snuggles you chest to... well not chest, so more chest-to-skull and chest-to-legs with how he holds you. He's very beefy and has presence but he's about half the weight most people expect, despite the fact that it should be obvious because he's a skeleton.

He lets out the most broken whimper-whine-purr when you gently kiss the cracks on his skull, close to the gaping wound there. Don't actually touch inside or press too close to the wound itself, because that's genuinely very uncomfortable in the way it would be if he were human and had a missing eye and you touched the inside of the socket to see what it felt like. Just overall a bad experience so Don't Do That No Matter What The Intrusive Thoughts Say, although he'd let you do it in a heartbeat if you asked him

Absolutely whipped. Skull will do anything and everything you say if you just look at him just like that - just like he's your everything, like you love him without bounds and without exception. Puppy eyes also work.

He's a goddamn simp is what he is,

You'll just be minding your own business and you'll look over and catch him staring at you like you've hung the moon and the stars just to provide him with a small amount of your light during the nighttime. He looks at you with such adoration that it hurts.

Sometimes it looks a little freaky like, before you've come to automatically understand his expressions but goddamnit its so hard not to fall in love with him even just by a little more when he loves you so fucking much.

Kissies? Kissies for Skull? Please?

man FIENDS for kissies.

Once he's more comfortable giving affection unprompted you can barely keep his fucking hands off of you. He goes from "I Can And Will Nuzzle You And Pull You Into My Lap But That's It" to "No Kissies? No Snuggles? No Love For Skull? Oh! Jail! Jail For Datemate! Jail For Datemate For One Thousand Years!"

He straight up just hangs off of your clothing while staring at you until you give him a kiss or a hug. He'll come up to you and just bury his face into your neck while purring, or nuzzle your hair, but then moments later pout at you while wrapping his arms around your middle and burying his face into your stomach until you give up whatever youre doing and pay attention to him.

He doesn't do it often But By God Does He Get His Way When He Does.

He's also the type to just like, spend the entire day giving you small pecks on the lips and cheeks and forehead, and then snuggle you at night, and then the next day he'll be way less clingy. You take it in stride and then he just out of the blue dips you in the fucking moonlight and kisses you senseless.

The bastard.

Circling back to pet names, he thinks the nickname Teddybear/Bear is cute and he likes it, but call him My Love/Love/Dear Heart/something else dripping with affection and he's cupping your face in his hands and staring at you adoringly while he rubs your cheek with his claw.

Surprise him with new ones and he'll turn positively blue in the face while smiling like a fool

Surprise him with silly ones and he'll be even more in love while laughing. call him your little chicken nugget and he cant stop smiling and chuckling for a few hours. God. He'll dream of kissing you under the moonlight if you make a pun out of it.

(Brief aside here so I can avoid the text character limit "per block" but I prefer doing bullet point lists for these so anyway continue on)

Pet names always depend on the person, so whatever his one for you depends on you as a person (thats the easy way out for me) but he prefers just one pet name. (Aside from like. Babe being thrown in sometimes yknow)

He'll start with one pet name and see how you react to it - he prefers cute ones like Kitten, Bunny, Lovebird, etc. Something small and cute and adorable - though he changes it up depending on what you respond best to, because while the majority of the reason he calls you a pet name is out of affection, he still calls you pet names to see you get flustered.

On days he's feeling better, he gets more sassy he's gonna include more puns. Or teasing. Example - if he calls you lovebird, or some sort of bird-based nickname? Fuckin. He's calling you pigeon to see how you react.

Bunny? Hare-brain

Kitten? Fuzzball

If its an animal/bird/etc that he calls you in terms of nicknames, he might even refer to you as the scientific name of the animal, or a breed in that category because he thinks its funny to watch you fully stop in your tracks and process what he's just said.

Picks you up at any given opportunity.

Puddle? Oh dear, he should make sure your shoes don't get wet. Better princess carry you.

About to miss an appointment? Thrown over a shoulder.

Just feels like it? Get Scooped Idiot. Okay i have Way More Thoughts but I'm already at 2k because I have no impulse control so byeeeee come request more xreader stuff from me

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joelswritingmistress · 1 year ago

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Last Halloween: Chapter 26

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

You smiled to yourself the whole walk to the door. As you stepped out onto the small front porch, your bare feet were welcomed by the cool slab of concrete. The smell of the air was a mixture of the incoming cold snap and autumn leaves. It was a smell you remembered from even back when you were a kid. It smelled like Halloween.

Out in the darkened streets you watched as a kids in costumes moved about with excitement from house to house. There were families with small children and packs of teens all enjoying themselves in their quest for tricks and treats. You smiled to yourself and wandered down toward the end corner of the porch where the wood was stacked. As you went, you retrieved your phone from your pocket and thumbed the screen of your iPhone for the Door Dash app.

What will Joel want to eat? You wondered. There were so many choices that popped up that you were pretty certain you would decide on something. Your eyes lifted when you reached the stack and you began to retrieve a few logs from top of the pile.

"Trick or treat," you heard a male voice say from somewhere nearby. It startled you, as you didn't expect anyone to come up to the house. You hadn't even turned the porch light on as you wandered outside because you didn't want to draw any attention to the house. The last thing you needed was one person to recognize you and then all of a sudden your cover was blown.

You squinted into the darkness but you didn't see anyone. Right away your senses instructed you to be on high alert.

"Trick or treat?" the same voice spoke. It was a calm and curious.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any more candy," you called back with your arms full of wood. You practically tiptoed back toward the door as you looked for the person who had spoken to you.

"Trick or treat," a voice from close behind you whispered. It reminded you more of a snake hissing than a person speaking and it made you tense up from head to toe. When you turned, you felt frozen.

"Who are you?" You asked, recognizing the man's face, even in the dark. It was the same man who picked up the blanket you had dropped in the parking lot at the hospital - and that's when you knew you were in danger. Immediate danger.

He smirked in such a way that made you turn to run, though when you did you ran right into another tree trunk of a body. The force of it knocked you back a few inches and the wood tumbled from your arms to the pavement. When you looked up you saw Vic's wicked grin as he pulled the pumpkin mask down over his face. At the same time, his accomplice pulled down the skeleton mask.

This can't be happening. You couldn't believe the lengths these people were going to.

"You can be the witch," the skeleton man said as you stared at Vic. From behind he pushed the witch mask down roughly over your face, making you scream. A hand clamped down over your mouth just as you let the first noise escape your mouth.

"Don't hurt him," you mumbled into the mask's rubbery, warm interior. You began to struggle as best you could before you were physically lifted from the ground and carried away.

Joel sat up abruptly and listened when he heard a clattering noise from the porch. Without hesitation he retrieved his clothes from the living room floor and threw them on as he walked toward the front door. He flung it open, calling out your name as he stepped outside. When nothing came of it, he struggled to fiddle with the light to illuminate the area. Finally, his hand found it on the inside wall and he looked around.

When his eyes landed on the the three logs of wood on the ground a few feet from the door he closed his eyes. Joel felt his entire body tense from fear, frustration and rage. HIs face grew hot and for a second panic set in and he began to look around in all directions on the verge of frantic.

"Fuck." He bent down and grabbed the familiar cell phone not far from the firewood. His own photograph looked back at him when the screen woke up by his touch. Joel shouted your name again.. and again.. and again. He paced back and forth. He ran into the front yard, and then the back yard and the driveway. There was nothing. Just before he went to run upstairs to see if the other occupants had seen anything, his phone buzzed in his pocket. The caller was labeled: Unknown ID.

"Where is she?" Joel answered the phone, knowing full well who it was on the other end of the line. "I swear if you fucking hurt her in any way-"

"Easy there Joel," the voice spoke over the receiver.

"Where is she?" He repeated.

"It's killing you, isn't it? Not knowing where she is. If she's dead or alive."

"If you touch her I'll kill you," Joel promised in a voice far calmer than what was brewing inside of him.

"Just when you become the hero you want to go back to being a vigilante?"

"Where is she!?" He screamed now. Joel stood in the yard, looking around in all directions still. There was no fear for himself. He would have taken on an army without a second thought.

When no answer came back on the other end of the line he bellowed, "Vic!" so shrill and so loud that it stopped people on the roads as they paraded around the neighborhood. Joel marched back into the house as Vic laughed and continued to taunt him on the other end. He grabbed the car keys and ran back outside, slamming the front door behind him.

"I needed bolt cutters to open up the place, but I'm sure you can figure out where I'm taking her," Vic said on the other end of the line. "And we have quite a fucking head start, so you better put the pedal to the metal." He laughed again and internally it sent Joel into a primal frenzy.

"The junk yard," Joel spoke aloud, more to himself than to Vic, though his adversary responded.

"Very good." He paused, "And if you go to the police you won't see her alive again."

Joel whipped the car into the road, gritting his teeth as he was forced to finesse through the wave of trick or treaters. When he finally surpassed the end of the neighborhood and cruised onto the main road, he flew down the main road away from the quieter streets, past the town green where scarecrows still lined the border. It was like deja vu of the year before, only worse.

He screamed and shouted at the steering wheel as he slammed his hands down on it. "Why didn't I go get the fucking firewood!" Joel yelled out loud again, "Fuck!"

When the car squealed around a bend in the road he almost lost control and felt his stomach twist and turn in preparation for slamming into a tree, though it didn't happen. Joel got the car under control and floored the pedal again against his better judgement. He reached for the phone with his picture on it, knowing the four digit passcode and punched it in. Somehow as he drove, he scrolled to the last text message that had been sent to Steve, thanking him for getting the video footage.

If you go to the police you won't see her alive again. Vic's words hung in his ear, but Joel knew if he didn't have back up, there was no way he could overpower two or three men - or more. And so he went with his gut and began typing to Steve.

Despite deep down knowing it was the right move, Joel prayed that what he was about to do was the right move. If it wasn't, he would live his entire life in a world of pain and regret.

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spookitordukeit · 7 months ago

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Guys I am so very very insane.

I have so many ideas for so many stories running laps in my silly little brain over and over and the moment I start writing one idea, another two pop up beside it. Oh I am so ill. So feral. I am unwell. I need to write them down. NOW.

Okay-

1) I’ll put this one up first since it’s almost mermay, but I’ve had this idea for months.

Silly little MC gets pressured to go on a fun little boating trip by friends. (Bad friends) Unfortunately, MC has ✨thalassophobia✨ stuff happens and ‘friends’ decide it would be so ha ha funny to push MC off the boat as a little prank. News flash. MC has always been scared of water. Mc never learned how to swim.

Yada yada, Mc panics, starts to drown, hears clicking or something and is suddenly back on the boat gasping for breath. Orca Sans is not happy to have humans drowning in his waters. He is also not happy to have ‘friends’ polluting his waters with their trash. He had been following them because they kept throwing their shit overboard and then they threw over a while ass human. The man’s is not happyTM.

Anyway, she ends up passed out and her friends take her home, she wakes up the nest day thinking it was all just a weird dream, especially since no one but her seems to remember it, they said she passed out from the heat. After all, Monsters had emerged from the mountain a few years ago, she probably was just having funky fever dreams.

…On a whim, she goes to the dock closest to where her friends had their boat. Even if it was just a dream, the worst that can happen is she ends up looking silly.

Nothing happens and she ends up staring up at the moon, listening to the water hitting gently under the dock. It’s dark enough where she can pretend the water isn’t water and is just the night sky under her feet. She recalls a vague song, but it’s blurry she doesn’t remember where she heard it. There’s no words to it, just musical notes. On a silly whim, she sings in the quiet darkness.

It’s only when she finishes that she opens her eyes, finding two white eyelight staring back at her.

Thinking of calling it Learning Your Song.

2) I really really love the anti-harem concept, especially like There’s Still Magic by RosesCry and I’d love to write one myself! I have the idea of a whole verse for this one- I’d call is NexusTale or NexusHub and It’d be this one huge nexus where all the aus emerge from their mountains. I’m thinking it will be the first original verse lord wise. And other verses just continuously show up, many of them leave to go create their own Home AUs once their free, but may also stay.

MC has a… troubled home life to say the least. I can’t say much about this without spoiling it, but her and her sister live together, MC owns the house but she may as well be a freeloader with the way her sister and the skeles act. Oh yeah- did I mention MC’s sister invited a whole gaggle of skeletons to come live with them without asking MC?

It’s not like she could say no— they’re all newly emerged from the underground and don’t have a place to call their own, her and her Kindness couldn’t just leave them to the wolves… I Have Many Ideas For This One— I think I’d call it Shades Of Green or something.

3) okay so hear me out- Blue joins the Bad Sanses but with horrendous ✨trauma✨ Blue is with the Stars, and he does his best! He really does! But even his best isn’t enough most times. And people need him— people will die and suffer needlessly if he rests for even just one moment— so he must keep going! Dream is always there to give him a searing hot boost of energy whenever he’s falling behind. And who is he to complain if it makes his marrow feel like it’s boiling him from the inside out? If it feels like his soul is filled with churning, molten lava? If all he can think of is fight fight fight— anything to get rid of this feeling.

Why does Killer keep asking him weird questions? What does he mean he thought Blue would be too out of commission from mourning to fight?

…When was the last time he saw his brother…?

I’m thinking of calling it, When Dreams Turn To Nightmares. I also want to up the anti by having Nightmare somehow be able to transfer a little bit of his power to the boys?? Making them like demi gods??? Idk I’ll figure it out

4) okay okay— UnderFell soulmate Au where the first words your soulmate says are somewhere on your skin. I know I know, it’s been done many time but LISTEN- Monsters emerged from the mountain like five years ago and very quickly took over, humans are lower class and the world over all is pretty sucky. MC lives in a shitty run down apartment and works a shitty job. She has two marks, one on each of her wrists like shackles.

She’s working at her job at the gas station one day, tired, hungry and ready to go home when the captain of the royal gaurd and the freaking judge walks in. She’s panicking because two of the most powerful and dangerous Monsters are within killing distance of her, as she should. She does her best not to make eye contact with either of them as they loudly walk through the aisles, but, inevitably, The Judge comes over to the checkout and she can’t ignore him— no one ignores the judge.

Red says something probably along the lines of “what? cat got yer tongue?” And MC freezes mid scan of an item, the words on her left wrist burning against her skin for a brief moment.

She looks at him with utter horror and Edge walks, excuse me— stomps over with some snappy demand like “WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG, HUMAN? WERE VERY BUSY!”

And then the words on her right wrist start burning and all she can do is mutter out “This can’t be happening.”

Both the boys freeze for a long moment and MC flees out the back door.

I’m definitely calling this one Shackled By You Words, Collared By Your Love. Because yeah it’s UnderFell, there’s collars lol. MC has one that she wears that she fills with her own Intent to keep Monsters away. Not that it works very well.

5) I reeeeeaaaallly want to do a dark fic 😔 I think writing a Yandere Edge would be really interesting. Not in a ‘I’ll kill anyone who looks at you’ but more in a ‘I’ll steal you from the forest and take you home where you will never leave because I only I can keep you safe and you will never want to leave.’ Kinda way.

So MC is a skeleton creature of some sort, not sure which yet. She lives in the forest alone, without a pack. Her pack was… lost. They had been taken from their homes once, and she got free. But now she is alone, and has been for many years.

She had her den and she protects the forests creatures from hunters, many of which do not leave alive. One day she catches a familiar scent, and with her soul racing and the inside of her skull screaming that she’s found them! They came back! They escaped! Family! Pack! Pack! Pack! She races through the trees and follows the scent, skidding into a clearing with an elated yell of welcome, only to stop short and have the words die in her throat.

The monster that stands shocked in the clawing is not her pack.

Fear, grief and rage well up in her soul and instead of running the monster out or killing him for trespassing in her forest, she runs. She runs all the way back to her den and burrows herself into the deepest parts of her nest while her soul tries it’s best to tear itself apart. The brief hope that had surged in her soul leaves her more broken then she was before, her kind is not meant for isolation. She so horribly, painfully alone…

She doesn’t leave her den for days, creatures of the forest bring her food and water, and stare worriedly at her until she accepts them, wolves bring her fresh kills and rabbits snuggle into her sides. The forest is worried, and yet she can not bring herself to move. She is alone.

Prey animals scatter and Predators growl in warning when a figure emerges from the trees. MC looks up in shock and fear as the monster from before pauses in the little clearing of her home. Anger quickly stomps out her fear as the monster is surrounded, she pulls herself from her den and growls at the intruder who dares to invade her home.

The Skelton monster does not look worried for his well being despite the wolves, bears and even a great moose surround him. The forest hisses with anger.

Somehow it deescalates and Edge ends up coming to the forest quite frequently. He is observant and quiet but he’s kind and sh is so very alone. She attaches to him quickly, missing him when he’s gone and chattering endlessly the moment he’s there. She shows him her den, shows him her nest, shows him the wonders of her forest and tells him of her darkest memories.

Memories of white labs and cold voices and the whines of her pack from behind separated walls. Memories of escaping along with another, but losing sight of him along the way. (Sometimes she thinks she can smell him on Edge… but that’s just her head playing tricks on her.)

…When she wakes up from a nap that leaves her groggier then normal, she’s a little disoriented. But not for long. The place she finds herself is unfamiliar, but Edge is not.

She can’t do anything but stare at the monster in front of her in silent horror, a cold pit in her stomach as her shaking hands grip onto the collar around her neck.

Idk what if call this tbh.

Sigghhhhhhhhh. So yeah, that’s all my ideas so far. Any of them strike your fancy?? Lemme know! I’ve already got five fics going, what’s five more?!

*sobbing*

#uuuugggggg #long post #many ideas #mermay #anti harem #soulmates #undertale #sans #papyrus #yandere #idk man I’m crazy #it’s 2am #uuuuuugggggghhhh #rabid rambles

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 1 year ago

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S/O waking up skeleton at 6 a.m and ask them to go in the car, and they take them to Disneyland without telling them where they're going. Reaction?

Undertale Sans - He's anxious all the way because he hates surprises. Too many turned to be bad and he knows that can't be bad since it's you, but he can't help it. He won't stop asking where you two are going and trying to deduce it. Too bad he doesn't know what Disneyland is and so he stays frustrated until you reach the portal of the attraction park. Once he sees it doesn't kill him, he relaxes.

Undertale Papyrus - He has no idea where we're going but he's excited to find out! He really doesn't care where you two are going, he's just happy he can spend a whole fun day with you. He gets ecstatic when you arrive though. He loves it.

Underswap Sans - He's a bit grumpy on the road because his amazing tricks to make you reveal where you're going are not working. All is forgotten as soon you get there though. He starts to vibrate with excitement and almost jumps at your neck while you're still driving, almost making you have an accident. He's happy though.

Underswap Papyrus - He sleeps the whole trip. 6 a.m. is way too early for him lol. When you wake him up as you're getting close to Disneyland, he stares in shock. Honey is a huge Disney fan, he thinks he's still dreaming right now. He's so excited! He wants to meet all the characters! Please hurry, hurry, hurry!

Underfell Sans - He's not a morning boy and he's just half asleep, grumbling and mumbling to himself on the way, because what the hell, it's inhumane to wake him up so early in the morning. You're a true monster. He's more curious once you arrive, but he's still going to pout one more hour to show you he's kinda still mad.

Underfell Papyrus - He's nervous all the way to Disneyland because, since he doesn't know where you're going, he can't prepare a proper defense strategy in case something turns wrong. He doesn't understand why you insist so much on not telling him. He still doesn't get it once you get there by the way. There are so many people around, clearly he could have been better prepared! He guesses the surprise is nice.

Horrortale Sans - He goes along with whatever you decide to do. He's happy he can spend some time with you, even if he's struggling so hard to not fall back asleep. He's not sure if you told him or not where you're going so he pretends he knows where you're going to not look like an idiot, even if it makes you laugh because clearly he is so confused. He's glad when he arrives, even though he still has no idea what Disneyland is supposed to be.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's not too worried, he knows you wouldn't do anything weird to him, so he's just patient and tries to guess where you're going by watching the signs. He's quite excited when you're arriving! But also a bit scared because there's a lot of people, and he's going to walk all day long. But you prepared everything and bought a flexible chair so he can rest when he's tired. He's so glad he found you.

Swapfell Sans - He doesn't say a word before your first break on the road to get coffee. After that, he's a bit more awake and try to understand the hell you're doing with him in the middle of nowhere. He's not sure what Disneyland is, but eh, why not. He likes trying new things. Not two minutes in and he made Mickey cry because the mouse accidentally bumped into him and he hit his nuts instinctively. The day is going to be interesting...

Swapfell Papyrus - Oh, he knows where he's going. It's not like he manipulated you for three months to go there. He knew it would pay eventually. You know the surprise is ruined when he enters the car with Mickey's ears. Rus is so excited though. He wants to try everything and eat Mickey's nuggets until he explodes! Let's go!

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's in poker face mode, even when you're arriving. He's not sure what the hell you're doing, but he's here now so he doesn't really have a choice, right? He can't believe you managed to trick him like a beginner. This is worrying. Is he turning soft? It's even worse when a small girl runs to him thinking he's "Jack Skellington" or something and just... Hugs his legs. What. The. Hell. What's happening? He's so confused.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Once he's sure you're not taking him to see a doctor, he relaxes and starts to ask questions about where you're going, more and more excited as you give him hints it will be something he likes. He is shocked when you arrive, then shrieks excitedly and jumps at your neck to hug you. It's the best day of his life, he's almost forgotten he's shy as the day passes. He's just having fun.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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gettinshiggywithit · 2 years ago

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Day-08

! Pumpkin Carving With Eri And Shinsou !

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scenario:- a day of pumpkin carving with eri and shinsou !

pairing:- Hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader, eri x reader x shinsou x dadzawa (platonic)

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it was almost halloween and you and shinsou just found out eri had never carved a pumpkin before!

You could NOT let her go another halloween without carrying out this tradition!

so you got a pumpkin from the paatch nearby and set everything up

shinsou closed eri's eyes from behind and walked her into the garden

she was prepared for her surprise!

when he pulled back his hands for her to see the entire station you'd set up (complete with some candy and cookies and juice and water in case yall got hungry)

she was so happy!

she had no idea what you were gonna do so the two of you explained it to her.

her eyes went wide and she smiled the widest smile you'd ever seen and Both your hearts almost meltedd

first you scooped out each of your pumpkins' guts(shinsou did eris too)

next you googled some designs.

eri chose a cat pattern and shinsou made a skull witha smaller pumpkin inside like a brain

you went for a classic ol jack o' lantern

after you had traced out the templated onto the pumpkins,the cutting began

you let eri try a little before you and shinsou alternated between helping her while you carved your own pumpkins

half way through you decided to put on some music and picked a halloween playlist from spotify

the moment 'spooky scary skeletons' started playing,shinsou took your hand and you started to dance around the lawn

he spun you around and at one point you tripped and landed on the grass laughing out loud.

eri who was a witness to all of this started to laugh too and it once again warmed your hearts to see her so happy

just as you were getting up off the grass,monster mash started playing and you carried eri on over to dance with her

shinsou went back to the station and watched with a smile on his face as you and the little girl had the time of your lives.

but after the song ended you got back to work and one snack/dance break later you were done!

you got some floating candles and lit them before promptly placing them inside.

you carried the pumpkins inside after cleaning them and the station up a bit and placed it outside ur room doors

eri ran to show mr aizawa her jack o lantern and you stood there and watched as she babbled on about how much fun she'd had

shinsou leaned his head on yours and exhaled.hed been scared shed get hurt the whole time

but now everything was done and he was happy you'd had the idea to do this.

after you had fully cleaned up you walked into the kitchen to see mr aizawa making himself a cup of coffee

he turned to the two of you and thanked you for giving eri a good time

"it was all y/n's idea aizawa sensei" said shinsou as he placed his arm aroun ur shoulders before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"hmmm either way thank you.she really did enjoy herself"

with that he walked out of the kitchen and looked back to the two of you

Dadzawa totally #Ships yall

after that you head on to his room and have a nice nap

you were both poofedd after all!

eri's pumpkin:-

shinsou's pumpkin:-

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please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but this story? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

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trytofic · 1 year ago

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Here is some Killer/Cross.

I've been meaning to post this for forever. I asked @unknownarmageddon a long time ago if they wanted more fics, and what would they prefer. Annnnd this is what I've come up with, some Killer/Cross and I thought this was a good combo of sad and cute <3 Enjoy~

Wind rushing past his face, the fluff of his hood is soaked from the waterfall he “fell” into. His stupid teammate, friend, lover, whatever they were, decided to play around when they were on a mission, which shouldn't be as surprising as it was anymore. Killer had been acting strange all day and it all led to Killer deciding that “they should play a game”. He said it was a simple game of tag, but nothing was ever simple when it came to Killer.

If Cross could catch him the game would end, but if Killer tagged Cross, they would go to another AU of Killers choosing and the roud would go until Cross or Killer tagged one another. They had been running around a Fell AU and when Killer and gently tapped a finger to the tops of his skull, he could see his next request would be a big one. He asked for Cross to bring him to his home AU and he hesitated. He didnt want to bring him anywhere near that hellhole anymore, but with Killers sharp tounge and quick talking skills, it made him irrational. He never did have the best impulse control.

So when the portal opened, he ended up in a echo flower field in Waterfall. The next thing he knew was being shoved into the nearest waterfall, but when he went to look for Killer, there was no “playful banter” to follow. Instead Killer had vanished. He searched the whole area, no sign f him or any of the residents of the world. It was so quiet, he can only imagine how Killer had felt when he was stuck here.

Eventually he made his way to Snowdin, an empty skeleton brother home, door wide open yet no turned on lights or footprints to be seen. As he made it into the town, instead of silence and darkness, he saw Grilby’s with the lights all on and music so loud he could hear it from several buildings away. It was some kind of swing or jazz music. He didnt know for sure, as he had never been musically inclined. He sighed as he opened the door, a strong warmth hits hom and takes the edge off the harsh chill that set in his bones.

At the bar he saw Killer sitting at a stool with one empty bottle at his right and he was nursing a tumbler with a copper liquid in it. His bones were fish with magic and his grip on the glass was strong. He was already past his limit. As he took his first step inside and the door closed loudly.

“Killer…”

“Heya Criss Cross!”

“Why are we here Killer?” He said walking to the bar.

“Today…” He took a large drink from his glass. “Today is the day I said yes to Chara.”

Cross stood dumbfounded. Killer wasnt one to dwell on the past if he could help it and he really hated talking about what happened in his timeline. Cross started at Killer twirl the ice in his glass with the tip of his finger. He could see the thick tar dripping from his chin to the bar counter and even with the loud music playing he could hear the steady PLOP that the tar made as it fell. Cross was never great with helping with emotional problems, he could barely stay stable with his own. Yet Killer… Killer was different. Someone who he wanted to help, no matter what. So he grabbed a stood and sat right next to him.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“It aint a nice story.” Cross showed him a gentle smile.

“Most of our stories arent.” He placed his left hand over Killers right and all he could think to do was gently rub the knuckles. It made Killer huff.

“I thought it was the right choice at the time.”

“At the time its all you could do.”

“That monster thought it was the coolest to have my abilities… but in the end I won. I got my body and I got their powers for a little while. Course I got all their baggage and torment, a fucked up soul that taunts everyone by being visible. Almost fees like it wasn’t worth it.”

“But…” Cross got Killer to glance his way. “You got us in the end, so you already feel much more love than LOVE than Charac did.”

Killer set down his glass and smacked the counter, letting out loud barking laughter. The tar falling from his eyes slowed and the tar seemed to thin as there were tears falling from his eyes. Between laughter there were sobs. But he took a deep breath and squeezed his sockets tight. When he opened them again, Cross saw the small white eye light looking his way.

“Oh boy, Crossy. That was corny.”

“You know you love it.” He chuckled as Killer put his glass to his teeth again, yet now there was no air of sadness, in fact is was happy. So to keep that mood going Cross asked for Killer to tell him stories. Funny stories from his world, about his brother, about anything at all. Killer happily obliged. One drink, slowly turned to two, then to six and Killer giggled as he sloppily sang to the music playing and when Cross decided it was time to go home Killer hoisted himself up as if he hadn’t drank a drop. Cross opened a portal and once inside the familiar walls of the castle he noticed the stagger in Killer’s steps.

“Heya Criss Cross, take me to my room.”

“You can walk on your own. Ive seen it.”

“But I’m having a bad day.” He leaned into Cross’s side as he let out some soft laughter.

“You’ll live Mr. Giggles.”

“But woe is me!” Killer dramatically thrusted his arms into the air and began to fall. But ever the gentleman Cross was, he caught him in his arms.

“Woe is not you! Get up and get to bed!” he laughed the whole time he could see Killer getting comfortable in his arms. He could barely keep his eyes open and with some failed attempts at flirting towards Cross, he finally fell silent. Crss could only laugh as he gave in to Killers' demand. He tightened his grip and leaned Killer's head against his chest, Killer holding tight to his jacket.

“We will go to my room tonight.” With a gentle clank to the top of Killers skull he felt Killer nuzzle into his chest more. He mumbled a bit yet Cross heard something very clearly.

“Mmm I love you.” Killers sleep filled voice made Cross stop walking and his grip on him tightened.

Love.

It was a word that he hadnt said with anyone since their relationship started. He could eel his soul pund in his ribs and heat rise to his face. Love was a word Killer threw around all the time, but as Cross heard his gentle breathing, the word felt different. Did he love Killer?

He slowly got his feet moving and he found his way to his room. The door was open and there stood Dust, Horror, and Nightmare. All he could do was give them a tired smile. Horror took Killer from his arms and Dut pulled Cross towards his bed. He barely got to kick off his boots and jacket before he was lying with Dust on his chest, Horror to his left with Killer in his arms, and Nightmare to his right, his tentacles gently wrapping his way around them all. He could feel a gentle movement coming from Dust's scar, telling him Gwah was there with them. His family. His loves.

#killercross #killer!sans #xtale sans #kross ship #criller #background bad sans poly #gwahverse #undertale fanfiction

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humorisstoredinthetits · 4 months ago

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The Heathers + Veronica play Minecraft

Mining away, I don't know what to mine i'll mine this anywa-

SHUT UP HEATHER!

Of course they've played Minecraft before, they grew up in the 2010s (at least in this AU)

Chandler and Mac played on a world when they were younger, but as they got more popular Chandler had to cut out anything that made her nerdy so she stopped playing

Duke and Veronica also played, I mean like who didn't play at least once, but eventually they got bored with it and moved on to other games

But once they graduated and settled in to their new lives, they started to look back on their past fondly and pick up some of their old hobbies, Minecraft being one of them

One day Mac brought up her and Chandler's old MC world and how much fun it was and all the stuff she built and how she still hasn't forgiven her for killing her dog

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT MAC AND FOR GOD'S SAKE IT WAS 13 YEARS AGO GET OVER IT"

"I WILL NEVER FORGET FIDO YOU HEARTLESS MONSTER"

The other 2 chimed in about their own memories and eventually Mac suggested that they create a world together and all play, an idea which was met with enthusiasm from everyone except Chandler (who could have guessed that)

She thinks its 'childish' and 'boring' and 'a waste of time'

Duke and Veronica give Mac 'the look' which is code for 'Chandler is being stubborn deploy the puppy-dog eyes'

Mac gives her said eyes which causes Chandler to groan before giving in

They play Java Edition bc they already have desktops which they use for work or whatever

They play vanilla bc they haven't played in a very long time and have no idea about the new updates, so before they move into that they are going to re-familiarize themselves with the base game

They load in and do the usual, cut down tress, get stone, iron, etc.

While mining Chandler sees this structure and she's like 'I think they updated the Stronghold'

Everyone is excited that they won't have to get all of the Eyes of Ender later

Chandler goes down and starts screaming that she can't see anything

She sprints around aimlessly and eventually hears this loud cracking sound and sees this giant blue/black monster crawling out of the ground

She then proceeds to scream, get one-shot, die, and lose all of her items

She keeps saying 'What the fuck was that?!?!?'

After they google it they realize that they had found a Warden and after seeing that he can easily kill a player in Prot 4 Diamond Armor, they decide to stay far far away from that place

They find a village, and Duke proceeds to rob them of all of their goods before smacking a villager and then getting obliterated by the Iron Golem

Of course her gfs try to save her, before also getting obliterated by the golem, and they lose all their progress and stuff

Chandler is pissed and is about to rage quit, Duke is trying to justify punching the villager (apparently it was homophobic), Mac is trying to calm Chandler down, and Veronica is just watching the chaos unfold

Once everyone chills out, they agree to split up duties to make this a whole lot easier

Chandler is on wood duty, she has to go get as much wood as she can, and as many different kinds as she can

Duke goes get food, slaughtering every single cow, chicken, pig and sheep she comes across, while also going back to steal all the crops from that village

Veronica is in charge of going mine and getting enough materials for the 4 of them

Duke wanted to be the one to do it but no one trusted her to fairly distribute the ores between them

Mac is the one who has to build them a house, bc she's the only one with a creative bone in her body

So they all go off to do their jobs, and immediately run into issues

Bc Chandler is still off getting wood, Mac doesn't have much stuff to build with

Veronica also severely underestimated the new caves, and instead of mining she spends most of her time running from the hordes of creepers and skeletons chasing her

And worse yet, none of them have slept, so phantoms started spawning

None of them had any clue what a phantom was, so once it became night and these demons started dive bombing them, they all started freaking out

Mac dug herself into a hole and refused to come out until the rest of her gfs assured her it was day and they were gone

It was at that point they took a break and took some time to research all of the changes and updates (which they probably should have done from the beginning)

They sit on the couch and watch video after video going over the updates

Mac gets excited bc they are sooooooo many more pets for her to get

There's birds and fish and turtles and new doggos and-

She also loves the bamboo wood bc she can finally make a yellow house

Same thing with the cherry blossom trees, they just look so pretty

Duke is enthralled with the end crystals

'You mean I can actually place them and blow them up wherever I want? Ohhhhh I am going to have SO much fun with that'

That comment is swiftly met with three 'If you blow up my house you are sleeping on the couch' from her gfs

Chandler cannot wait to get her hands on some Netherite, she is gonna make some armor and tools to protect herself, both from the mobs and from a certain gremlin

She looks at Duke as she says that last part

Veronica is just intrigued by how much there is to find now

From the last time she's played theres several new biomes, a new ocean with things in it, a overhauled Nether, Ancient Cities and Trial Chambers and all sorts of things for her to explore and find

Eventually, after much trial, error, and Duke being her gremlin ass self, they all have diamond tools and a decent looking place to live

They then decide to go to the Nether and oh boy does it go poorly

Despite their research they were severely unprepared

They all forgot to wear gold armor so the Piglins kept attacking them

Chandler looked an Enderman in the eyes and it started attacking her

Veronica got relentlessly perused by this Magma Cube and she kept yelling for it to leave her the fuck alone

Mac almost fell into lava after a Ghast blew up some netherrack under her feet

Basically its a miracle they made it to the Fortress without losing all of their stuff

After being terrorized by the Wither Skeletons (and Duke accidentally hitting a Zombified Piglin), they barricaded themselves into a room with a Blaze spawner

They got the Blaze Rods and hi-tailed it outta there and back to the overworld, not before stopping and killing some Endermen first

They get prepared to fight the Ender Dragon, getting arrows, potions, etc.

They surpsingly manage to find the Stronghold without any major problems, same thing with finding the portal and killing the dragon

The problem came when they had to get the egg

Everyone wanted to be the one to get the egg and put it in their house, and no one was willing to budge

Threats were made, from killing Mac's pets (of which she had many) to rearranging Veronica's figures in the middle of the night to Chandler threatening to make them all sleep on the floor

All of them insisted that they had put the most work and effort into the fight, and because of that they deserved to get the egg

Eventually Duke pulled out her axe and started attacking Chandler, and from there it turned into a free for all

Unbeknownst to everyone, Duke had known this was gonna happen and prepared Instant Harming 2 Arrows and a Power V Bow, which if you don't know deals a fucking whole lot of damage

Once everyone was dead she put their stuff in chests so it didn't despawn (she's not that evil), took the egg, and went go hide

They were all pissed at Duke, and she was not welcome in their bed that night

In the morning Veronica made scrambled eggs for breakfast

**Line Break**

When they next got on (which was not for a while, what happened at the end put a bad taste in all of their mouths), they began working on a plan to get the egg from Duke

They know she had a hidden base somewhere, and that was likely where she was keeping it, so one of them had to find a way there

They had Mac pretend to lose her sword in the End and have her convince Duke to make her a new one bc it was her fault that she lost her sword

After a bit of convincing Duke begrudgingly agreed, but only if Mac helped, which she agreed to

They went to the Nether to get some Netherite and grind xp, and eventually Duke brought Mac to her base bc she had a full Enchantment Table there

While there Mac looked around for the egg and couldn't find it, until she saw an Ender Chest and realized where the egg was

She quickly texted the other two about the latest development and they moved on to Plan B

Plan B was 'Just blow shit up'

After a while of getting TNT and Ender Crystals they went to Duke's base and threatened to blow it all up if she didn't hand over the egg

Duke said 'try me bitch' and oh boy did they ever

When they were done Duke's base was a giant crater in the ground and they took turns spawn killing her until she agreed to hand over the egg

Problem with that is Veronica, Mac and Chandler did not decide amongst themselves who would get the egg once they got it from Duke

So what happens when 3 heavily armed players disagree about something?

If you guessed beat the shit out of each other, you would be correct

When it was all said and done everyone was pissed off at each other bc all of their houses were blown up, loot destoryed, and Mac was crying bc her pets had gotten killed in the crossfire

From that point on there was a new rule in the Chandler-Duke-McNamara-Sawyer household, and that was that they played Minecraft separately, never together

On a separate but related topic, Veronica got really into Dream SMP and would watch the streams relentlessly

Her favorite was Technoblade, they both had the same sense of dry humor (She got really upset when he died)

She got super into the lore and would argue with people online about it

She joked with JD that he acted alot like Wilbur, to which JD said he was nothing like him, and that he only thought about lining the boiler room of Westerburg with explosives and didn't act on it, which made Veronica very concerned

#heather chandler #heathers #heathers the musical #heather duke #heather mcnamara #veronica sawyer #poly!heathers+veronica #poly!heathersxveronica #heathers headcannons #heathers au

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